
Two Minutes Till Lunch Songtext
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I was standing in line, I was biding my time
I was watchin' a clock on the wall
And it was two minutes till lunch, so I got good and ready
Just then I heard the telephone call
It was she, she told me not to worry
She told me, "Take life a little more in stride
Remember the books I bought ya, but ya never really read 'em
You just don't remember much inside anymore."
I was watchin' a clock on the wall
And it was two minutes till lunch, so I got good and ready
Just then I heard my foreman call,
"Don't touch that you'll blow this place up!"
I was standing in line, I was biding my time
I was watchin' a clock on the wall
And it was two minutes till lunch, so I got good and ready
Just then I heard the telephone call
It was she, she told me not to worry
She told me, "Take life a little more in stride
Remember the books I bought ya, but ya never really read 'em
You just don't remember much inside anymore."
I was watchin' a clock on the wall
And it was two minutes till lunch, so I got good and ready
Just then I heard my foreman call,
"Don't touch that you'll blow this place up!"
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